'Devil In Love' 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗢𝗻𝗲
•𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆•
Anirudh Roy Chowdhury a well-known billionaire and mafia king.
Bondita Das a simple, innocent girl.
Anirudh, a formidable figu...
If you're underage, STAY the fuckiee away! Don't ruin your innocence for something you're not ready for.
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"Uhmmm..."
A soft moan slipped past my lips as I shifted slightly on the bed. The cool air kissed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. My body felt weightless, as if I were floating-like an angel drifting in the heavens. It was an odd sensation-exhaustion and pleasure tangled together in a way I had never felt before.
So, so good...
My eyelids fluttered, my vision blurring as I adjusted to the golden morning light streaming through the windows. A sigh left my lips as my body stretched, every limb feeling looser, lighter. Today, I felt free. Completely free.
My muscles, usually stiff with tension, were relaxed in a way that almost felt sinful. It was as if I had been unchained from something unseen, as if my body had discovered a new language of pleasure, one that still lingered in the form of warmth and tingles.
I stretched my arms above my head, and in that small movement, I felt the sheets slide down my body. The moment the crisp air hit my bare chest, a gasp left my lips, and goosebumps erupted over my skin.
My breath hitched.
Slowly, hesitantly, I glanced down. My eyes widened in shock as I took in my own nakedness.
Oh. My. God.
A jolt ran through me as I flung the blanket away, my mind racing, heart pounding wildly against my ribs. Everything from last night crashed into my thoughts like an unstoppable storm.
The party. The way I had deliberately made him jealous. The way his eyes darkened, blazing with something raw and untamed. And then... and then... last night.
His hands. His fingers. His mouth. His voice.
A whimper escaped my lips as my body tingled with the ghost of his touch. My thighs pressed together instinctively, but even that reminded me of the way he had held me, pinned me down, taken control of me in a way that both terrified and thrilled me.
He had touched me down there.
Pinched me. Slapped me. Punished me.
And every goddamn thing had felt good.
A deep, dangerous blush spread over my face as my fingers curled into the sheets. My lips trembled as I bit down on them, my mind drowning in memories of the way his hands had roamed my body, the way he had claimed me without hesitation.
